“ Naturally, then, humans fall into three categories: the criminal, the not-yet-criminal, and the not-yet-caught. “ : @aleximedicus / DEATHLESS MEME .
❝ you always do overcomplicate things , mr . anwyl . ❞ it is a man which stands by the outskirts of the little town . a broad , very still man , but a man none the least . he might be mistaken as being part of the forest in a few hours , when the night finally comes but , at that moment , sunlight still wounded the skies with shades of purple and pink . and alain durmont remained a man made of flesh and bone . still he didn’t dare stepping out of the woods and towards lewis anwyl , for he feared locals might see him . alain’s reputation around those parts was far from pristine . only that surgeon ( an oblivious foreigner , of course ) insisted on meeting him , speaking to him , keeping him company . alain suspected it might have been the coins he offered that kept the welshman interested . but what odd conversations the two of them had . what odd dreams this friend of his aspired to . nothing but talkings of corpses and blood ; subjects the prince was quite familiar with . the sun sunk lower into the countryside . alain watched .
❝ laws are written on whims . here today , gone tomorrow . only thing that remains true is this : there are those who feast and those who wait their turn . ❞ alain durmont’s leathered hand suddenly flicked something small and shiny towards the surgeon , letting it hit his chest , not caring whether the silver coin landed in his palms or not . he just watched . lewis and he were nearly the same height and yet , somehow , that man looked so small to him . ❝ guess which one you are . ❞